Creepy Starburst

mmm...you smell good baby



Anyone seen that creepy ass Star bust commerical? Well it starts out innocently enough with a buncha high school tarts yappin' away and some skinny loser looking dweeb asks one of them to come with him so he can show her something.

Well I'm starting to think COOL! This is how PORN starts off! Then I remembered that I was watching a tv commercial.

ANYway, the dweeb brings the chick into an art studio where a covered object sits in the middle of the room.

The dweeb takes on a more... unsettling demeanor as he tears off the tarp to expose his "masterpiece" (hee, hee... "expose") to his dream skank, I mean, girl.

The object turns out to be some butt ugly sculpture made out of fucking STAR BURSTS!! The dweeb, who is starting to take on a Jeffery Dahmer appearance proudly claims that this... grotesque monstrosity was supposed to be her.

To make matters even worse, the dweeb starts to lick and kiss the thing with his tounge while breathing heavily and I swear if the camera panned down you would see that he had a raging chubby. Anyway, his kisses and licks get more and more violent until finally he starts EATING the fucking thing's FACE and moaning loudly like he's getting corn holed by a fucking llama! All the while Lynol Ritchie's "Hello" is playing in the background.

The girl just looks on in horror. I see a many restraining order requests in her future. Poor skank.

Words of wisdom.

I was at my friend's pre going away party get together last night, having a great time when one of her friends who had just broken up with his long time girlfriend was actually thinking about trying to "win" her back. That's when my friend said one of the most profound things I ever heard. She said: "If you found that much happiness with a girl who was wrong for you, imagine how much you'll find with the one who is RIGHT for you."

She is absolutely right! I just sat in amazement after hearing her brilliantly simple statement. I immediately sprung up to give her a high five, but we were both pretty wasted at this point and I knocked over somebody's beer and she nailed me right in the face, cutting my lip in the process.



Man, I'm going to miss her.

I got out of bed today…

I got out of bed today in a highly energetic, upbeat mood for some reason. I felt like I could take on the entire world as I stepped out the door. When I started up the car a bird decided to take a dump on my windshield, but it didn't even faze me. On the way to work I was held up by a minor fender bender. Apparently the good people of Knoxville had never seen such a tragic event and everyone decided to shut off their cars and stare in amazement. Maybe they were temporarily hypnotized by the radiant colors eminating from the 6 or 8 police cars and one fire truck taking up all lanes of traffic. But that's okay. I was still feeling good. 30 minutes later, after the fine officers remembered that they should probably wave traffic through, I almost hit a hobo who staggered in the middle of the street, thus causing another mini traffic jam. He eventually shambled off and I was now 20 minutes late for work and I only live 8 minutes away. That's okay though, because I was still feeling good.

Walked into the office and noticed that somebody had been meddling around with my desk and didn't even have the courtesy to turn off the computer. Didn't worry me none, I'm sure they had a good reason to leave my light on and forget their coffee mug, too. I was still feeling good.

I got a surprsing phone call from an ex girlfriend whom I actually considered marrying until she cheated on me of course and to my amazement, I didn't fly into a rage of profanities. In fact we had a pretty decent hour long conversation. What a swell gal! You would never think that we hadn't talked to each other in 2 years.



Gee, I'm STILL in a good mood. It's really a nice feeling. Prehaps I've finally expelled the demons that have been haunting me for years and I have attained perfect happiness?

Or maybe those weren't vitamins my schizophrenic, bi polor, highly depressed, suicidal, boderline personality disorder, OCD friend gave me the night before. Hmmm...



Feeling good though!

I finally have a girlfriend!!!!

Finally... after years of searching and weeding through all the garbage I have finally found the woman I'm going to marry.

It all started when I was at the bookstore visiting a friend of mine when I noticed a rather cute looking co-worker of hers. I asked about her and she said that she might be available. She asked me if I wanted her to drop in a good word for me and I gave her the go ahead.



Well a couple of days later, she gives me the 411. Well it turns out that she IS single!!! Yay!!! AND she had just broken up with her boyfriend since high school only 4 days earlier! Well, it wasn't exactly a break up per say, but more like a separation because she didn't want to move out to Nashville with him. But the point is, they aren't seeing each other anymore and she told my friend that the break up was for good despite the fact that this is the first time they've been apart for years and they still keep constant contact with each other and there's a slight chance that she might go to Nashville, but that's unlikely. The girl said that the break up was for good, so you KNOW that's set in stone! So there's NO chance of them EVER getting back together! NEVER EVER EVER! Yup! I'm liking my chances here! In fact, I'm going to forget about the other girls I'm interested in and concentrate SOLELY on her! I may as well burn all my bridges, too, because I'm positive that this is the real thing! I'm going to put my heart and soul into this because I know it's right! I just know it! NO way is this going to blow up in my face or anything. No red flags here!



I really believe that this one is a keeper! I can't wait to introduce her to my family! And I owe it all to my match making genius friend! Thanks, Lisa!!! I don't know how to thank you!



end sarcasm mode

I found this funny.

"Beautiful" women.

The one thing I find annoying is when truly beautiful women don't realize how beautiful they are. Just because they don't reflect the ideal image of what society deems as "beautiful", they think they are ugly, unattractive and unwanted. Their self esteem is driven further and further into the gutter as they are constantly reminded of their "ugliness" either directly or indirectly.

They find it impossible to believe that someone might actually find them attractive and each attempt to tell them otherwise is instantly met with suspicion and/or open hostility. Either way, the bottom line is: they don't believe you. Try as you might, you may as well be talking to a brick wall.



I've dealt with this situation time and time again and it does get a little tiresome when I'm basically called a liar when all I'm doing is truthfully telling the person how amazing they are. One of the simple pleasures I have when I'm lying in bed with my woman is admiring the work of art that is her naked body and letting her know how much I appreciate it. It's kind of a big kick in the nut sack when they look at you like you're insane or just say your full of crap.



I don't care, though. I don't care if they think I'm patronizing them. I don't care if they think I have an ulterior motive. I don't care if they think I'm some kind of "freak of nature" for actually DARING to be physically attracted to them. True, I seem to have a somewhat different ideal of what beauty is, but that's okay. God forbid if I don't think pencil thin women are attractive. I should be shot dead for having the gall to think that a woman with curves is actually GASP! Attractive! What the hell is wrong with me for thinking that a chick who doesn't have a single digit dress size can still considered stunning??? I've actually had relationships end because of my "outrageous" beliefs!



It's frustrating to say the least, but it's hard to be mad at them. I know it's not their fault. The main culprit is the relentless "conditioning" they've been fed since childhood on what they should look like. All the compliments in the world isn't going to change that over night. I should know since I grew up as the "fat kid" through most of high school so I definitely know what's going through their heads, which explains my patience. Hey, my total awesomeness didn't happen over night... but I digress. I hope to see the day when these women finally realize what I've always known: That they're BEAUTIFUL.



If not, I'll have to give them a swift kick in the ass with the BOOT OF JUSTICE.

Pillsbury fucking Dough Boy.

poppin' fresh... in your wife



Okay since when was the Pilsbury Dough Boy a fucking perv? I mean the little fucker has always been a rather creepy looking piece of shit, but there is this new series of Pillsbury commercials that reveal his more... voyeuristic tendancies.



Basically he's following around random couples just... watching. Watching them have breakfast, watching them drive around, watching them holding hands in the park and doing regular happy couple crap. What makes it extra creepy is that the little bastard never speaks! Usually the little mother fucker won't shut the hell up, but this time he just.... stands there.... watching...always watching....



What solidifies his perverted creepiness was when he's actually IN BED with the couple. He's just laying there right between them as he watches them smooch with a hideous grin on his big fat doughy face. Do these dumbasses not even see this... thing watching their every move? I mean, call me crazy, but it would be awfully hard for me to make sweet love to my ol' lady if the pilsbury fucking dough boy was rubbing one off right beside me!

Or maybe he's rubbin' one off inside my ol' lady while I'm gone!! I just thought about that! That fucking dough boy is ALWAYS in the kitchen with the happy homemaking wives, pimping his pastry goods on the broads. What if that's not the only thing he's pimping? Dough boy's fucking banging housewifes all over America and their husbands have no fucking clue!

I can see it now... I'm going down on my ol' lady and suddenly I get a mouth full of icing! Damn dough boy's fucked my woman and I got a face full of his sugary goo!



Mother fucker! Why didn't I see this before!! So the next time you're having sex with your woman and her vagina smells like stale cinnamon buns, look out! She just got her pan greased by the fucking Pillsbury Dough boy!



*hoo hmm!*

Okay, I've made my decision.

A few of you keep bugging the hell outta me about the issue with my friend, aka: "Evil Seattle Bitch". Well I've decided to drop her from my life altogether. My intentions to help her were honest enough because she reminded me of myself and how I used to be, which is the ONLY reason I didn't ditch her a LONG time ago, but then I realized that I was starting to fall into a codependent relationship with her by tolerating all her bullshit and that's not for me. I'm glad she's finally getting help for her issues and I really hope everything works out for her, but my days of holding her hand are over. I'm not going to put my life on hold or sacrifice my own well being to see if she gets better or not. This wasn't an easy decision, but it's the right one for me. She's someone else's problem now.

Getting my ass kicked.

Somebody I know really laid into me last night. She told me a lot of things I didn't want to hear. She didn't pull any punches, she didn't back down and she was completely ruthless about it. She made me face some things that I had been denying for months, she made me realize a few things about myself I simply never noticed. She then offered her brand of "advice" with all the subtlety and tact of a sideways broom stick ass rape. Her attacks were precise and devastatingly effective with no wasted motion. It was really a thing of beauty to behold. I feel like my guts were torn apart from the inside out. This is precisely why I consider her a good friend. I couldn't thank her enough. Afterwards, we started talking about Jeffery Dahmer for no good reason and watched Family Guy.



Now if I can just get rid of that certain commercial and song she implanted in my head.

The perils of boredom.

I do dangerous things when I'm bored. Dangerous, random, STUPID, unpredictable things that usually cause a lotta pain and misery to myself and those around me.



The most recent of those things was watching a trainwreck of a movie called ELEKTRA.



First of all, the action movie everyone was advertised to see doesn't really happen. There's SOME action at the start... and the finish. The rest was a long, boring fucked up story that was supposed to be sad attempt at character development but thanks to a hollow script and pedestrian acting from the usually "talented" Jennifer Garner, it was all for nothing.

I was never really into Jennifer Garner. Her face looks so weird...she always looks like she's going to cry from some reason, but she looks damn good in red leather! If the camera just centered on her stomach and ass, I MIGHT actually think that this move wasn't a total piece of garbage that sucked 90 minutes from my life like a toothless bus station crack whore giving me a 5 buck back alley "special".... but I digress... ahem.



Where was I? Oh yeah--Elektra's character essentially goes from heartless killing machine to mommy figure within an hour for no good reason! If anyone who has ever read the comics, Elektra is one bad ass, take no prisoners, borderline psychotic killer bitch from hell! This chick is on the rag 24 hours a day, that's how fucking insane she is! The fucked up sweet and nice bastardization they displayed on screen was flat out insulting! Not to mention it totally detracted from the mystery of the character established early on. Her befriending a prodigy child and her father just isn't believable and why she'd stick her neck out for these annoying fuckers prior to knowing their true significance is beyond me. Just let the kid and old dude die! Nobody like kids and old people anyway.



The evil team of martial artists with wacky powers had so much potential and they blew their load in about 20 - 30 minutes total. You at least care about how bad ass these folks look until they're actually in action and then they're made to look stupid. I noticed a disturbing trend in Hollywood recently. They introduce the kick ass, shit in your pants, cry for your mama, thumb sucking scary super villain and in about 10 minutes after their intro, they get killed off like a bitch by the "hero".

Same thing happens here. Just when you think that this guy might actually kick some ass, he gets peaced out before you can finish your damn thought!



The only thing I found even remotely cool about this movie was the character of Stick. They gave that character just enough room to work with and never detracted from the mystery that goes with him. They could probably have done a flick on him and it'd have been vastly superior to this piece of monkey feces!







God... next time I'm that bored again, I'm just going to shove pieces of bamboo up my pee hole. I doubt it would've been half as excrutiating as this movie.

The call is free, BITCH!!

touch my tra la la



You know another commercial that makes me wanna bang my mighty man balls with a hammer? That fucking 1-800-SAFE-AUTO bullshit. Actually there are a lot of those damn commercials floating around but one in particular really pisses me the fuck off and is the cream of the crop in total sucktitude has to be the one when some doofus looking Buddy Holly lookin' cock monkey is playing his wicked guitar to the ever annoying, yet strangely catchy SAFE AUTO jingle. You know you're a total babe stud if you're pretending to play your toy guitar to a fucking commercial jingle!



Anyway, some old dude next door, don't know his story, but I'm pretty sure he's a jerk off storms off across the yard to confront the closet case neighbor and you think he's gonna open up a unholy can of whoop ass to the motherfucker, but NO!! He actually complains that the music isn't loud enough!!! HOLY MONKEY PISS!!!! I was so sure they were gonna fight, but NOOOO! They totally threw me off when the old dude told him to turn up the music!! What a devilishly fiendish twist of events!! Whew! That M. Night Shamalamawhatever hack director could use a few notes from this commercial!!



Oh yeah, the most disturbing part of the commercial is when both men on "jamming" on the bed and grinding their asses together while rocking out to that fucking annoying yet catchy SAFE AUTO commercial. Mind you the old dude was in his boxers! Good god, I'm so glad they faded out before they started engaging in sweaty hairy man sex. BLAH!

Not that there's anything wrong with it as long as I don't have to see that shit!



Fuck you, political correctness!!

The power of porn

she's got a great personality



For years pornography has gotten a bad rap. It's been stigmatized, crucified and haterized for countless decades and has been blamed for everything from the degradation of society to bed wetting.

Instead of condeming porn, people need to start embracing its power and use it to further enhance their own relationships



INTRODUCING YOUR 'OL LADY TO PORN:

Girls dig porn. That's a fact. They were just conditioned to believe that only horny, perverted dirty, dirty men watched such "trash" and any woman who enjoyed it is labeled a slut (man, I'm glad I'm not a chick!). The good news, in this era of Sex and the City and other shows promoting "slutty" behavior, it is now socially more acceptable for women to enjoy the wonders of pornography and it's many benefits.

Unfortunately there are still some prudes out there who consider June Cleaver a role model. That's when you have to take it upon yourself to introduce them to the wonderful world of porn!



It's quite a simple thing to do since all chicks dig porn. The key is in the presentation. If you just go "hey baby... Let's watch this hardcore she male anal porn together" and try to bust a nut in her face, it might not fly too well.

Start off with a funny, softcore type porn with more comedy and cheesy plot. Anything to do with female prisoners is HILARIOUS. Just pop it in the DVD player and say it's funny... when it gets to the porn, see what her reaction is. Make sure she's comfortable and kid around with her. Rest assured, she may act like it's funny as hell, but she IS taking notes and the ice is starting to melt. The tell tale signs of this is how she performs in bed. If she does something that she saw on the movie, congratulations, she's well on her way. Once again, I strongly suggest you refrain from busting a nut in her face.

If things start going good, you start having more sex and introducing her to more "advanced" porn. Pretty soon, she'll be going with you to the porn shop to pick out some movies, even the she-male anal porn! She'll be more adventurous, aggressive and confident in bed and her new role model will be Nina Hartley! That's all well and good, but the IMPORTANT part is, that YOU'LL have the freaky sex that you wanted. Not only will she let you rub one off in her face, she'll probably swallow your whole load! If you're into that sort of thing...ahem... Congratulations, you've turned her to the "dark side".



Personally, the best partners I've had were the ones who openly embraced the power of the porn. They learned from the porn, they studied it, became it's friend, thus becoming one with the porn. These are the only ones who are worthy of my awesomeness.



Of course I've run into those who resisted the porn, thus they pretty much sucked in bed. I keep them around because I consider it a challenge to "corrupt" such women with the power of the porn. It's like molding a lifeless pile of clay into something truly beautiful. Sort of like My Fair Lady with whips and chains. Perhaps I've said too much.



Learn to cope with porn instead of removing it from your life. No one ever escapes the lure of porn.



EVER.

"I have a boyfriend!"

Why is it everytime I ask some random bitch a simple question they just HAVE to tell me about their boyfriend??

Case and point, I was grocery shopping one night when I asked a girl what time it was. She just HAS to tell me that her boyfriend gave the watch for her for their anniversary and blah, blah, blah before she even got around to telling me the time.

What the blue balled FUCK is up with that??? Is this hefer so fucking full of herself, that she just ASSUMES that my simple question was a thinly veiled attempt to win her favor because she thinks she just happens to be God's personal gift for all of mankind? Aw, how kind of her to spare the the pain and indignity of rejection by informing me that she has a fucking boyfriend! ALL I WANTED WAS THE FUCKING TIME, BITCH!!

Fucking anniversary?? The little brat looked like she was 19 fucking years old! Give me a fucking break!



Oh, I remember one time I was standing in line for a movie and I asked the girl in front of me if she heard anything about the film, well this chick proceeds to tell me that she heard it was really good and she couldn't wait until her BOYFRIEND came back from the bathroom because they had both been looking forward to seeing this movie for a long time. I swear the bitch, said "BOYFRIEND" at least 8 different times! Her fucking boyfriend never did show up while we were in line. He either passed out on the toilet, trying to squeeze out a massive log or the bitch just lied!

I dunno, maybe she just didn't wanna seem like a loser, going to movie by herself. That's just sad either way.



Another example, I decided to be a nice guy on new year's eve and called up my ex girfriend to wish her a happy new year. Well after getting a rather pissy reception from her initially, I get this tirade about how she and her NEW BOYFRIEND had a great time with each other and told me about all the fun and wonderful things they did together and told me how much happier she was with him than me and how much more he appreciates her blah blah blah.

I didn't even fucking ask!

I then asked her if this was the same guy that dumped her to hook up with some random bar slut. Suprisingly, she got all defensive and told me he realized he made a mistake and he loves her and blah, blah, blah. I just smiled to myself and realized why I dumped this drama queen bitch hag in the first place, said good bye and hung up.



I never had a guy assume I was hitting on him when I ask him a question... well there were a couple of times at that gay club, but that doesn't count! Good god... all I want is to have my fucking question answered without feeling like I'm some kind of perverted player-wannabe.



Another example, there was this fitness goddess who had the most incredible fucking ass I'd ever seen and I asked when I asked when her classes were. Well, she just ASSUMED i was asking her out and.... well.... she was right.

She said yes, btw... I don't know where I was going with that.



Oh well... the point is, women suck! I think. I lost my train of thought after the word "ass".

A story of true love.

Ah...first love. I remember this...um...guy's first true love in high school. She was so beautiful, smart, witty, the head cheerleader and funny as hell. Her sexuality was far beyond her years, but she wasn't a slut. He loved her with all his heart and she loved him. They were perfect for each other and they both knew they'd be together forever.

That is until the skanky bitch dumped him for some big shot football stud with no neck! He was so devastated! He begged her to tell him what he did wrong, but she slapped him in the face and just told him he wasn't cool enough for her and then proceeded to laugh at him! The guy didn't know what to do! He just wanted to end it all right there! What's the point of living?? Who would've guessed that a cheerleader could be so shallow!?!!



As the weeks passed by, his despair turned into blind rage and hatred. He didn't give a fuck anymore and people started to fear him. Eventually he gained the reputation of being the "bad kid the you didn't wanna fuck with".



Hell, even the teachers were afraid of him. One time in bullshit social studies class, his teacher was giving him lip for carving on his desk with his bad ass switchblade knife and he jumped on her desk and told the bitch to fuck the hell off! He was tired of all women's bullshit and he wasn't going to take it anymore as he proceeded to threaten her with his bad ass switch blad knife.

Needless to say, he was expelled shortly afterwards.

He drifted around life finding no real purpose, getting in trouble with the law a few times, had several failed relationships, developed a horrible temper and never really learned to trust anyone (especially women) again. Dozens of Counselors labeled him with every disorder in the book throughout the years, but in reality, he was just an asshole.



All this because some head cheerleader bitch left him for the big shot football stud with no neck in high school.

You see... that big shot football stud with no neck was.... ME.



The moral of this story: Don't let me near your girlfriend.





THE END.

Evil never dies

my spanish teacher



I've discovered that my high school Spanish teacher, Ms. Ball is STILL ALIVE. She is probably the most hateful "human" being I've ever known and looks like Ursula the fucking Sea Witch (see picture) only bigger and she wears glasses. She smokes a pack a day and is in a constant state of rage. She's been around forever, too. She's taught the fucking parents and grandparents of some of my friends! What is this woman?? Why is she still alive?!! What kind of hellspawn created this abomination?!! She should've died decades ago, but she keeps on living!!!!!

Maybe she HAS to be a mean, hateful, fat, self-destructive hag from hell. Maybe it's the only thing keeping her alive. It's like somebody crushed by a boulder, but the boulder is the only thing keeping their body together and if you remove it, you kill the person.

Maybe that's what would happend the minute Ms. Ball made a simple nice gesture?

Who knows? Who the fuck cares!



The only thing that got me through her class had been the knowledged that this hateful, bloated sea bitch of a woman will be dead soon and I would have the distinct pleasure of taking a nice long leak on her grave. Now I'm starting to think that she might actually out live me. That would really piss me off.

She's gone.

I said good bye to her at the airport the other day. I still don't know if things will ever be the same between us again. Some pretty brutal things were said by each of us. I can't remember the last time I cut into somebody like that, especially someone I considered a friend... but the important thing is that she's finally admitted that she has a problem, something she's never done before so that's a HUGE step. She's also getting help as well. We'll see...

Man, I'm so tired from the whole ordeal. Once again, I thank all my friends who stood by me. I don't know what I'd do without ya!

The secret to my Awesomeness

I've always known I was awesome. Now apparently, the psychological community agrees with me as well.





The other night, while waiting for a friend to get off work, I bought a booklet that tested your Emotional IQ and took the test. Turns out I'm have a pretty exceptional E-IQ!



I'm not afraid to show love, empathy and compassion for other people. I'm comfortable with intamacy and giving myself to other people (depends on who they are).

I'm a good communicator and I'm in tune with myself and those around me. I know what to say and I'm a damn good friend and partner (maybe TOO good). I have no problem admitting when I'm wrong and don't have a problem saying I'm sorry. (no shit.)



I'm positive, happy and well rounded. I dig challenges and can be pretty motivated and focused in the face of setbacks. I set goals and almost always achieve them. I'm pretty damn positive about my future too! (well I AM awesome after all).



According to the E-IQ test this makes me quite E-intelligent (duh!).



Of course it says while I still have the tendancy to be introspective and I tend to be a little too hard on myself (true) I still have room for emotional growth and I also have the ability to analyze my mistakes and work on correcting them (very true).



There you have it! Bascially it's saying something I've known for years. It doesn't matter how high your IQ is or how many books you've read or whatever, if you're an emotional retard, you're gonna get your ass kicked by life. That's why you see Mensa level brainiacs working at Burger King and that's why I've been able to hold my own or surpass people who are significantly smarter than me! So fuck you, poindextor and gimme some fries!! Haw Haw!

Racism Rant

I was listening to the radio one morning and I heard a rather racist joke on the radio. Now it wasn't the most offensive joke I've heard and it wasn't even directed towards my own race, but it pissed me off enough to write the first rant of 2005.



Racism is in most cases, ignorance.



A typical racist wants to seperate themselves from other races, and think their race is better so they can have a sense of superiority.



Everyone is special and your race doesn't define who you are.



Also some people joke about racism and say racist things even though they don't mean it and that enables people that don't know it's a joke to think it's true.



It's weak, it's easy to be an idiot. It's easy to run away from the truth. It's easy to shut out everyone from a group, race, gender, etc, just because someone did something to you.



It takes real courage to put your heart and yourself on the line, Some racists just learned it from their fathers who themselves either wanted an excuse to make themselves feel like they are better than somebody else so they picked something arbitrary and visually obvious (race).

Of course some fathers learned it from their dad and never got the courage to face the truth, parents are supposed to guide their kids to the truth and through life but they aren't perfect and these particular parents that pass down racism unfortanately passed down a belief that is not only very inaccurate but also very damaging to not only to the person but to eveyrone around him.



The people who are racist and hate gays and anything that's not like them are just afraid.



Afraid of the truth, the fact that we aren't all that different and race doesn't define who you are. Afraid of the idea that there are people out there who don't share their religious beliefs. They simply label anything that is different as wrong and avoid thinking about it as much as possible, they just can't accept that someone might think differently than them (heaven forbid!).



ALL racists I've ever known usually hate themselves and their miserable little lives, but instead of aknowledging their own faults and work on a way to fix them they go for the most obvious scapegoat.



It all goes back to tearing others down to make yourself look better and feeling better about yourself (bully). When you are with your own race and you're talking shit about some other race it's easy to feel "special" and "powerful" because you're with your own "kind". These people (if they are enabling you) aren't going to stop you because you aren't talking about them and may even be feeling better about themselves because you're basically saying "All of us are better than them" and in a way you are saying "You are better than them" to that person. But of course it isn't right and it's 100% bull shit.



In short:



1) Don't let the actions of a person of a group , race or gender make you think that they are all the same.



2) Don't run away from your problems and try to make yourself feel "big" by tearing other people down and basically making up arbitrary shit so you can feel like you're better than them.



Be honest with yourself, face the truth and see things for what they are.



Now I know this sounds like some hippie "let's all get along" bullshit, but the truth of the matter is, I do NOT like racists. I don't like anything about them. I don't tolerate their prescence, their opinions or beliefs. Why the hell should I like someone who is so fucking small minded and cowardly, that they actually hate somebody solely based on skin color. There are so many other creative reasons to hate people and THIS is the best they can come up with? Pathetic.

I might sound like a hyporcrite, and usually I do the turn the other cheek thing, but this is the exception. If you want to do the "do unto others as you would have them do unto you" and "embrace thy enemy" crap, call Jesus. I'm NOT your man.



I'm also not too fond of people who tolerate racism. Tolerance is a form of acceptance and I feel that this is something that should NEVER be accepted. Once again this is just another example of enabling. Even if they don't agree with what the racist in their life is saying, they are still condoning their actions by not speaking up. They too are cowardly and weak and I have little respect for them.

Actually, I don't know who is worse... it's like trying to decide who disgusts you more when a kid burns a puppy to death while the mother stands there and watches.



Now I'm not saying that it's impossible for a racist to reform, in fact, I know a few who have, but that's only possible if they gain the courage to WANT to reform. That means forsaking everything they've ever been taught, everything they've grown up with, everything they've ever known and pretty much start from scratch. Unfortunately, this is a huge task for most of them, being the cowards that they are. You may as well ask them to walk on water.



I'm a pretty laid back and accepting kind of guy, but I just cannot and will not accept any of this kind of behavior. I don't care what color you are, you're either a racist or your not. There's no in-between...



Oh, and DON'T get me started about the hideous double standard when it comes to racism from non-whites. Oops! Too late!

Okay, it really pisses me off when I hear black people or any other minority for that matter spout all this racist shit about whitey this and whitey that and blah, blah, blah. But when a white person makes just ONE remark about minorities suddenly it's RACISM!!! HE'S A RACIST!!! TAKE TO THE STREETS!!! Why is this so accepted by society???

I'm sorry, but you reap what you sow. If you can't take a taste of your own medicine, shut the fuck up!

I've called a lot of people out on this and it has made me... unpopular to many of the people in my "community", but I don't give a damn. I'd rather stand alone with eyes open than march blindly with the sheep.



Okay, Just had to get that off my chest.

She's here.

I just got a call from her. Her plane landed from Seattle sometime last night. Last time I talked to her, she brought out the worst in me. She brought out a side of me no one should ever see. I hate her for that. That was over the phone. I have no idea how I'm going to react when I see her in person. I don't have a clue on what's going to happen. It's been a long time sense I had thoughts this dark. It's both terrifying and exciting. That concerns me.

However, this has to be done and in one way or another, this will end tonight.